if I jumped off of this balcony

I wonder if I would land on my feet

I can hear my knees give out now

broken like cracked wooden panels

If I don’t land at all

I wonder if I beat my arms fast enough

If I would glide

and the tips of my toes would scrap across the wooden panels instead

Until I’m lifted high enough

To brush strokes among the clouds amd leave my footprints in the sky.